The Damned Don't Cry کے بول

Travelling with no destination No place to go Nameless towns with faceless people No place I know Time to close my mind and drift off To other scenes Lose myself in glossy pages Dull magazines Moments pass by, oh so slowly Makes me lonely too Twisted street lights in the darkness Makes me lonely too Ah the damned don't cry No the damned don't cry Curling smoke climbs upward slowly Pass my trembling face I see myself in rainsoaked windows In a different place Single heartbeats in the dim light Makes me lonely too Hearing sounds of celebrations Makes me lonely too